Tag: nature

a tragic moth or a romantic moth

a tragic moth or a romantic moth,
flew too close to the light
and was caught in a web.

it fought and flapped,
and flapped and fought,
entangling itself more –
ringing the dinner bell. […]

a tragic moth or a romantic moth


a tragic moth or a romantic moth,
flew too close to the light
and was caught in a web.

it fought and flapped,
and flapped and fought,
entangling itself more –
ringing the dinner bell.

a spider skittered up quick
and sunk its fangs in swift.

the moth fought and flapped,
and flapped and fought,
spreading the venom further –
sprinting towards the end.

…and still the moth fought,
…and still the moth flapped,
until the web snapped,
and the moth fooled fate.

it flew free for a glorious moment

…before returning to the ground.


 07/30/12
M. L. Michael

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spring-living

Spring is a sigh of pleasure;
an all too short sound of the sublime.

…after winter melts away the cold, aching, silence,
and before summer stretches out, surrealingly forever,

There, tucked between, exists Spring. […]

Spring-Living
(A South Texan’s Ideal) 

Spring is a sigh of pleasure;
an all too short sound of the sublime.

…after winter melts away the cold, aching, silence,
and before summer stretches out, surrealingly forever, 

There, tucked between, exists Spring.

[Spring is this eruption of blossoms.
The evidence of nature’s evolving defiance.
Spring is the season that sings most freely of Life.]

…

And yet,
I’ve met many who wish Spring could last all year.

They miss that moment when we actually welcome the weather,
when we cherish the sun for the ways it compliments every breeze,
when we admire the diversity of the many sprouting stems,
and when we smile, whole-heartedly, eyes wide as children, 
at the busyness of the birds and bees, and of all their kin,
taking full advantage of this most prosperous of periods…

…It’s no wonder so many wish Spring would never end…

<…*sigh*…>

Alas, 
Spring will only last the length of the sublime…

So let us not bemoan over the brevity,
Instead, –my fellow Texans–
let us cherish it as best we may…

Make the most of this Season,
plant as much as a green thumb can;
and like a sunflowered cheeked hippy,
go writing, painting, dancing, singing,
out in the bright-‘n’-bloomin’ land.
…because –at that moment-
that’s the right idea for healthy Spring-living.

M. L. Michael 
04/03/11

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(all thunderstorm and little rain)

doll – It pains me to say-
you’re all thunderstorm,
and very little rain…
you can’t arrive in subtly,
no, you must be perceived…
you must gather upon the horizon…[…]

(all thunderstorm and little rain)

doll – It pains me to say-
 you’re all thunderstorm,
 and very little rain…
 you can’t arrive in subtly,
 no, you must be perceived…
 you must gather upon the horizon…
 
To make your arrival all-known,
 your show is equal parts flash and impression;
 with all the bling of your lightning,
 and all the bravado of your thunder.

Despite my better(/bitter) feelings,
 I struggle against the electricity of your arrival,
 the electricity you always generate in the air, 
 for all parts of me to stand at attention,
 (in a form of heightened anticipation)
 of what cooling, soothing, wonder
 you will welcome upon me..

Much to my chagrin – most of this is charade,
because at the Peak of your Performance
 (this impressive 4th of July impression) 
 I’m practically begging to experience your shower,
 which you take as a cue to slowly dissipate away,
 you float away and leave me the thirsting flower…

Well, no more, because now I see past your style,
 and straight through to a lack of substance..
 which is why I say with a bit of regret and a bit of pain,
 you’re all thunderstorm,
 and very little rain…

M. L. Michael
07/22/09/

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Bee

Be…
Bee…
Be Yourself First…
Si…
See Yourself First…

Be as a Bee…[…]

Bee

Be…
Bee…
Be Yourself First…
Si…
See Yourself First…

Be as a Bee…
Solely concerned with Beeing…
Solely consumed with Pollinatin’ 
Solely controlled with Procreatin’…
Solely contented with Beeing…

See…
A Good Bee is a True Bee…
A True Bee is a Blessing – 
Don’t You See?
Si…
You See…
Without a True Bee – Where Are We?
We be Flowerless…
We be Powerless…

M. L. Michael
6/11/09

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i wish you could see what i see

I wish you could see what I see
;
morning’s dew
misting on the berries and burrs
marveling around the feet of a tree […]

I wish you could see what I see
;
morning’s dew
 misting on the berries and burrs 
  marveling around the feet of a tree
.
and I wish you could hear what I hear
;
 cricket-time chirping
  caroling with baritone bullfrogs
   croaking out a tune of “right here!”
.

11/01/08
M. L. Michael 

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how brave, how foolish

i was leaving my doctor’s office,
when i caught a herculean struggle,
between a sly spider and a wistful wasp –
they were gnashing, and stabbing,
they were grappling, and screeching,
in primordial combat – in a primitive play,
that exemplified the struggle of life:[…]

how brave, how foolish.

i was leaving my doctor’s office,
when i caught a herculean struggle,
between a sly spider and a wistful wasp –
they were gnashing, and stabbing, 
they were grappling, and screeching,
in primordial combat – in a primitive play,
that exemplified the struggle of life:
that they fight. 
and so they fought,
they fought, and they fought forever more. 
until exhausted, they both expired
and died in their silk embrace.

how brave, how foolish.

M. L. Michael 
09-24-06

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